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[After Stuart hits him off the tree with another branch into the river] This water's damn cold! I can't believe this! Beaten by a mouse and his pet cat! What could be worse?! [Before Smokey runs off into the distance, a pack of wild dogs begins to chase him] Nice doggie! Nice doggie! Nooo!

Mrs. Keeper: Mr. and Mrs. Little, we try to discourage couples from adopting outside of their own... species. It rarely works out.

Stuart: Snow, where are you going?

Snowbell: Oh. I got to yawn, stare at traffic, lick myself. And believe me, that could take hours if you do it right. Ciao.

Eleanor: Is he going to be alright?

Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent... Amazingly, I think he's going to be fine. Also, he's very clean.

George: Maybe we should go home.

Frederick: Why?

George: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.

Frederick: You don't have lucky underwear.

George: Well, maybe we should get some and come back for another race.

Monty: Aren't you going to run?

Stuart: Why?

Monty: Because you're a mouse.

Stuart: I'm not just a mouse. I'm a member of this family.

Monty: A mouse with a pet cat?

[rolls over and laughs out loud, repeating that line over again]

Stuart: I guess that's pretty funny!

Monty: Pretty funny? I'm going to wet my fur! A MOUSE WITH A PET CAT!

[laughs hard more, and looks down at Snowbell, who is embarrassed]

Monty: Your new little master? Wait until the boys hear all about this!

Snowbell: Oh, the humiliation...

[to Stuart]

Snowbell: I'm gonna to kill you!

Stuart: Oh, dear!

[After it is revealed that the Stouts lied about being Stuart's real parents]

Snowbell: They know about the Stouts! They know about the Stouts! The jig is up! What will we do?!

Monty: Get ahold of yourself.

Snowbell: I'm in big--! I'm in DEEP POOPY-DOO!

Monty: Calm down, calm down. Don't get your fur in a bunch. All we need is a new plan.

Smokey: We do what we should've done in the first place - we scratch him out.

Monty: Scratch him out?

Snowbell: But Smokey, the police are involved! I don't wanna get kicked out of my house! I'm not a street cat, I'm a house cat! I don't wanna lose my furry basket or my tinkle-ball that I push along the floor with my nose!

[at the golf course house, Camille is crying about putting Stuart for an orphanage adoption]

Stuart: Why's Mom crying? Mom? I'm not angry at you for putting me up for adoption.

[Camille still cries]

Stuart: And now that I'm a Stout again, I'll always be here to take care of you. Because that's what friends do. Mom, they, they take care of each other.

'[Camille finishes crying as he passes Reginald, who's holding her purse. She snatches the purse from her husband's hands, then smacks it on his head.]

Reginald: Ow!

Camille: [shouts] TELL HIM THE TRUTH!!

Lucky: Bad news! The Stouts squealed.

Smokey: I knew those mice were rats.

Lucky: The kid's on his way home. What do we do?

Smokey: No problem. He's gotta go through the park, right? Let's meet him there and have ourselves a little "picnic".

Lucky: [starts to leave] Great! I'll bring herring!

Smokey: Hey, hey, moron! The mouse IS the picnic!

Lucky: Oh...

[Smokey meets Stuart in Central Park]

Smokey: How you doin'? You must be Stuart.

Stuart: Actually, I must be going. [gets into his car]

Lucky: What's your hurry, Murray?

Red: Yeah, where ya goin', Murray-- err, Stuart. What's his name?

[Stuart speeds off]

Snowbell: Didn't your mothers warn you not to go into Central Park at night?

Smokey: My mother was the reason you didn't go into Central Park at night!

Red: Yeah, you tell 'em, Smokey!

[Snowbell sits Stuart down on a branch]

Stuart: Snowbell, you saved me?

Snowbell: Yeah, yeah. Look, let's get one thing straight. I'm doing this for the Littles. They love you. George loves you. They're all miserable without you.

Stuart: But Snowbell, you said--

Snowbell: I know what I said, I... I lied, okay? Welcome to Manhattan. I'm the one that hates you.

Stuart: Oh, Snowbell. You do care! [hugs his front leg]

Snowbell: Yeah, okay. That's enough.

Monty: [arriving with the other cats] Snow, what's he doing to your leg? I can't help but think this is wrong.

Snowbell: Come on, Smokey, can't we talk it over? Stuart's not so bad once you get to know him. And he's got his own car!

Smokey: Careful, house cat. You're asking for it.

Monty: Snow, what are you doing? Come on, he's just a mouse!

Snowbelll: He's not "just a mouse"! He's... he's... he's family.

Smokey: [laughing sarcastically] Oh, yeah! I could see the resemblance!

Stuart: Is that what you think? That you have to look alike to be family? You don't have to look alike. You don't even have to like each other. Look at Snowbell - he hates me, and still he's trying to save me. Sure, you'll probably scratch him up pretty bad, you may even kill him...

Snowbell: [gulps]

Stuart: ...but Snowbell will not run away! And that is what family is all about! ... Right?

Snowbell: [chuckles nervously] Maybe "family" is too strong a word?

[Stuart rides Snowbell home]

Stuart: You know, Snow, I don't know how to thank you.

Snowbell: How about not kicking me in the sides? I'm beginning to bruise.

Stuart: Sorry. I was getting excited, I've never ridden a cat bareback before.

A single shot, four seconds long, could cost upwards of $50,000 to $100,000 to produce for instance. So the film wanted to be more balanced in favour of Stuart and the cats but what you're pointing out is unfortunately a valid problem

It's not my favourite aspect of the film but it came out of an artificially imposed limitation which was because the film was so expensive, we were limited in the amount of screen time we could have Stuart in. You could say Stuart Little was the most expensive actor in film - more than a Jim Carrey, Mel Gibson, or a Harrison Ford.